Of Tiny Wool Sweaters and Great Big Oranges

Sometimes things can feel so frustrating, like the whole world is one giant yet somehow too-small scratchy wool sweater that is being pulled over our heads and bunched up at our elbows for no good reason but to irritate and restrict. When all you want is to be free and clear of these petty belittlements and confining insults. Enough!

Sometimes when I feel like that, I just want to tune out and read or watch something distracting. I might go here or I might go there, but more often than not I’m reading through the Style section of the New York Times when I feel that way. And even that can bring great distress. Often condescending! Too expensive! Twee! It is all too much.

So I was just a bit skeptical when I saw tonight that they had something up about the elections and feeling calm. Puh-leeze. But then I clicked on this wonderment of zen and bedeviling chill. Do you love it as much as I do? Did you do all the breaths? How about that sweet dog? The oranges? It is a dreamboat, set sail upon the high seas of great ease and I couldn’t be happier about it…. Enjoy! xoxo